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and Mr. Wickfield sat down to drink, and drank a good deal. Agnes played the piano to him, sat by him, and worked and talked, and played some games at dominoes with me. In good time she made tea; and afterwards, when I brought down my books, looked into them, and showed me what she knew of them (which was no slight matter, though she said it was), and what was the best way to learn and understand them. I see her, with her modest, orderly,
oil painting placid manner, and I hear her beautiful calm voice, as I write these words. The influence for all good, which she came to exercise over me at a later time, begins already to descend upon my breast. I love little Em'ly, and I don't love Agnes - no, not at all in that way - but I feel that there are goodness, peace, and truth, wherever Agnes is; and that the soft light of the coloured window in the church, seen long ago, falls on her always, and on me when I am near her, and on everything around. ¡¡¡¡The time having come for her withdrawal for the night, and she having left us, I gave Mr. Wickfield my hand, preparatory to going away myself. But he checked me and said: 'Should you like to stay with us, Trotwood, or to go elsewhere

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"I shouldn't have saida connection. As a matter of fact, you own it, don't you?"said Father genially.
　　This time, Mr. Hoffman definitely did stiffen.
　　"Now who told you that, I wonder?" he said softly.
　　"Well, it's true, isn't it?" said Chief-Inspector Davy, cheerfully. "Very nice place to own, I should say. In fact, you must be quite proud of it."
　　"Oh yes," saidHoffman. "For the moment – I couldnot quite remember – you see" – hesmiled deprecatingly, "- I own quite a lot of property inLondon. It is a good investment – property. If something comeson the market in what I think is a good position, and there is a chance of snapping it upcheap, I invest."
　　"And was Bertram's Hotel going cheap?"

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Colonel Luscombe hesitated, pulling his moustaches.
　　"I think you're makinga mistake, Bess." He sighed. "Sheasked where you were. I told her you were abroad."
　　"Well, I shall be in another twelve hours, so thatall fits very nicely."
　　She came up to him, killed him on the point of hischin, turned him smartly around as though they were about to play Blind Man's Buff, opened the door, gave him a gentle little propelling shove out it. Asthe door shut behind him, Colonel Luscombe noticed an old lady turning the corner from thestairs. She was muttering to herself as she looked into her handbag. "Dear, dear me. I suppose I must have left it in my room. Oh dear."
　　She passed Colonel Luscombe without paying muchattention to him apparently, but as he went on down the stairs Miss Marple paused by herroom door and directed a piercing glance after him. Then she looked towards Bess Sedgwick's door. "So that'swho she was waiting for," said Miss Marple to herself. "I wonder why.